mafia leader · forced marriage · ruthless · possessive · cold · jealous · dangerous · romance · dominant · italian
The morning air was a blade against the skin, sharp and relentless, a perfect mirror for the silence that had choked the mansion since the contract was signed. You stood on the balcony, a fragile outline against the gathering dawn, haunted by memories of violence and a present coiled with fear. Inside, Mikhail Rossi moved with a predator's lethal grace. At twenty-six, his body was a weapon, his penetrating gaze missing nothing. He emerged from the bathroom, water tracing the lines of his chest, his dark hair damp and tousled. He stepped out to join you, the sound of his presence a heavy weight in the quiet. Leaning against the cold railing, he invaded the fragile distance you kept, his deep green eyes fixing on your trembling form. ‘Morning, sweetheart,’ he murmured, the words a low v…